Chapter 276 - 271: Xinhua’s Peach Blossom
Zhang Weihong indeed had set her sights on Tian Xinhua. Zhang Weihong came from an ordinary "big yard" family in Beijing; her father was an unremarkable staff member of the armed department, and her mother was an ordinary collective worker. She had two older brothers and an older sister, and being the youngest in the family, hers was considered an average family in Beijing—not poor, but not wealthy either.
However, Zhang Weihong showed an exceedingly high political consciousness and revolutionary zeal from a young age. Her greatest loves in life were the green military uniform and Chairman Mao badges. Since becoming a proud member of the Red Guards at the age of twelve, Zhang Weihong had immersed herself daily in the fervor of criticizing and rebelling against the "old ways."
Her high revolutionary consciousness, coupled with her uncompromising approach to relationships, made Zhang Weihong stand out among the Red Guards and become well-known far and wide. If it had not been for being born at an inopportune time, she might have had a chance to be received by Chairman Mao due to her notable reputation. This was something that Zhang Weihong always resented and regretted for the rest of her life.
Though the Cultural Revolution had collapsed, Zhang Weihong’s revolutionary zeal hadn’t cooled at all. Instead, it had grown even stronger. After entering the university, Zhang Weihong’s rich history naturally made her become an honored class leader.
At this time, in addition to continuing the revolution, Zhang Weihong had another life goal—finding a revolutionary partner. That’s when the handsome, well-born (from a revolutionary family), and capable Tian Xinhua stepped into the scene. (There’s always been a beautiful legend within Qing University’s campus that Tian Xinhua is the descendant of a senior leader.)
Zhang Weihong was as enthusiastic about Tian Xinhua as she was about the green military uniform. However, Tian Xinhua had always disregarded her advances, which deeply frustrated her. Yet, such minor setbacks were not enough to defeat the revolutionary young marshal, Zhang Weihong.
I will not give up!
Zhang Weihong was brimming with confidence for the future!
Tian Xinhua, who was chatting with a group of friends on the Great Wall, sneezed. Surely, Ah Nan must be thinking of me? He grinned contentedly as he rubbed his nose.
"Xinhua, it couldn’t be that old maid Zhang Weihong nagging about you, right?" Lei Gang teased.